I don't own Harry Potter
Petunia Dursley was quite normal. Her home, husband, and life all normal. Now her sister, Lily, she was not normal.
She was a witch.
Not the evil kind you see on the T.V.
But still a witch, a honest to god wand waving witch.
Petunia was quite put off that she herself couldn't do magic. Which is what caused her to be envious of her sister.
But Lily was her little sister, and she loved her. So what if they fought what sister's didn't?
When she met Vernon is wasn't love at first sight, but he was normal, but Petunia will admit that the man sometimes goes over bored, but she grew to love him all the same.
Much to her younger sisters dismay.
That lead to there biggest fight. Petunia hasn't spoken to Lily or her husband in a year and a half. But if she was being honest she sort of missed her little sister. Pulse Lily was right Vernon was not really the right man for her. He scared her sometimes.
Maybe she would call her today.
Petunia woke early like usual when she heard her little Dudley crying.
She shuffled tiredly onto his room. Looking into the cot she noticed that her dear one was still asleep. Confusion washed over her, if her baby wasn't crying then…
Petunia followed the crying to the front door her confusion turning into slight worry. She yanked the door open and the once muffled crying intensified.
Her blue eyes widened at the squirming bundle on her footstep. She quickly picked up the little basket that held the baby, and walked to the kitchen.
Once she placed the basket on the table see finally got a good look at the baby inside. Her breath hitched as she stared at achingly familiar emerald green eyes.
Those Emerald gems looked into her sky blue ones and cooed.
With dress and a shaking hand she picked up the letter that was on top of the blankets
She read the letter slowly then she reread it three more times, the tears made it impossible to read it a fourth.
Her legs seemed to give out as she fell into the dinning chair. She looked to the black hair child that was still cooing and trying to fight off his blanket.
Standing she picked up the small child. He looked at her and smiled. Petunia smiled back at him.
"Hello Harry, dear….It seems mummy got into some trouble again…" she said in a raspy voice still trying to hold back tears.
At that moment Vernon stormed onto the kitchen.
"Pet! Why don't I smell any breakfast!" he shouted, but stopped when he saw his wife holding an unknown child. "Eh? What's this?"
Petunia held Harry closer to her and held out the letter. He jerked the paper from her hands and started to read.
His face started to go darker and darker red.
"Absolutely Not!" he bellowed causing Harry to cry. She could also her Dudley starting to cry as well.
"We will be getting rid of that Freak as soon as we can." He stated as he started to walk out of the room.
"No." Petunia said coldly.
He stopped mid step "What did you say?"
Petunia stood taller and squared her shoulders " I said No. He is Lily's son…all I have left of her. I will not give him away."
He stared at her coolly. "Very well then….Children have accidents all the time." He said and walked out the door. A moment later the front door slammed shut and their car drove away.
Dread filled her as she walked Dudley's room she stopped in the door way in amazement. Her son was doing something she dreamed of since she was a little girl.
Dudley's stuffed bear was dancing as he laughed and clapped. Harry saw what he was doing and giggled right along with him.
Excitement bloomed, but then came crashing down. Vernon will be furious.
She quickly placed Harry into the cot with is cousin. The two stared at one another before starting to baby talk to one another.
Petunia quickly ran into the room they used for storage. She pulled boxes upon boxes out searching for one of the gift Lily gave her but never used.
She cried out in triumph when she found the tattered old leather notebook. Running back to the kids room smiled when she saw the two cuddled together asleep.
She picked up a pen and stared at the notebook. It was magic she knew, Lily explained that it was tied to two other notebooks. One belonging to Lily herself, and the other to another person. To write to a specific person you wrote there name then what you wanted to say.
Petunia prayed that even though they didn't get along that he would come and help…
Well I wonder who she is writing too?